Margaret’s face crumpled as she whispered, almost too softly to hear, “St. Mark’s…” George froze, his brow furrowing in confusion. “Wait… how do you know that?” he asked, his voice tense with the sudden shift in the air.
Margaret’s tears spilled over as she nodded. “Because, I’m your mother. I had to give you away, George. I couldn’t keep you. Your father left, and I was alone, trying to raise two babies. I was alone and I had no idea what I could do for the both of you.”
“I thought giving you away would be the right thing to do. I thought you’d have a better life… But I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped wondering if you were okay.” George’s face softened, his expression a mix of shock and understanding.
“I… I never knew. I always thought I was just one of many kids in the system, just another face lost in the crowd.” “I never thought I had a real family. But hearing you say that… it makes sense now.”
